Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1292 - 627
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Crash—Crash—
Before the first light of early summer’s dawn could fully break the darkness, it was already five in the morning.
A warm, humid sea breeze rolled in, churning up frothy waves that crashed onto the silent shore.
The tide receded, leaving damp trails across the shell-strewn sand.
In the distance, the intermittent flash of headlights illuminated the coastal highway as large trucks sped by.
The muffled roar of tires on asphalt was momentarily snatched by the sea breeze, drifting in and out of hearing.
Further away, the city skyline remained a dormant silhouette against the lingering night.
Only a scattering of lonely lights pierced the darkness, accentuating the desolation of the beach, so far removed from the urban sprawl.
Upon the unlit expanse of sand, a tall, steady figure moved with the rhythm of the ocean waves, immersed in practicing Air Attack.
His torso was bare, clad only in vibrant red athletic shorts, his feet kicking up swift sounds on the gritty surface.
Cast in the dim glow of distant streetlights, his remarkably muscular physique was vaguely discernible.
"Bang!"
A formidable Sweep Kick sliced through the air, connecting with the imaginary foe’s ribs.
As he channeled his strength, the muscles of his outer thigh instantly strained, prominent fibers surfacing like tightly wound cables.
Without missing a beat or faltering, he utilized the momentum from his landing Sweep Kick to pivot sharply at the waist.
His broad back muscles contracted forcefully, immediately propelling his arms forward into a devastating descending Elbow Strike.
The assault was far from over.
Mid-descent of the Elbow Strike, he appeared to confront a final adversary, gripping the opponent’s neck with both hands and yanking downwards with immense force.
Concurrently, his right knee, akin to a powerful ram, surged upwards from the ground in a straight trajectory.
The quadriceps on the front of his thigh exploded with power as he ascended, radiating an explosive, potent beauty.
Jab, Front Kick, Flying Knee Strike, Horizontal Elbow Sweep, Low Sweep...
The figure flowed in and out, executing Muay Thai’s signature Three Palace Step, his movements exuding an aura of raw ferocity and might.
Each strike seemed imbued with a savage intent to rip and tear, an oppressive force capable of annihilating any opponent.
Should a world-class Boxing Champion bear witness, they would undoubtedly be rendered speechless.
Before them, an individual had fully unleashed the brutal killing techniques of Muay Thai, famously known as the "Eight-Arm Asura."
The figure continued to shift and advance on the yielding sand, his footwork remarkably precise amidst his advancing and retreating motions.
The relentless roar of waves breaking against the shore seemed to establish an organic tempo.
Every punch thrown, every stepping Sweep Kick executed, landed in perfect synchrony with the cadence of the surf meeting the beach.
Sweat traced the contours of his firm pectoral muscles, but before it could meet the sand, it was dispersed by the fierce wind generated by his strikes with a sharp "whoosh."
Boom!
Accompanied by a sonic boom, another devastating cross-punch was unleashed.
The powerful gust of the punch whipped up a sandstorm before him, forcefully propelling granular particles several meters away, carving a fan-shaped imprint.
Standing motionless in the darkness, the figure’s eyes blazed with an astonishing intensity, emanating a captivating luminescence reminiscent of a wild beast.
"Whew—"
Fang Cheng expelled a long, warm breath, his chest’s rise and fall gradually subsiding.
He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck with a series of sharp, audible pops.
Then, clasping his hands and clenching his fists tightly, he gazed serenely out at the dark expanse of the sea.
Two full days had elapsed since the conclusion of the Special Search Team’s physical assessment.
That very morning, Fang Cheng had traveled back to the East City District aboard the troop transport, departing from West Mountain.
After parting ways with Ma Donghe and Hou Peng at the rendezvous point, he transported the two hefty packs of rare beast meat acquired from the Otherworld directly to Sea Sky Garden, stowing them all securely within the spacious freezer.
His initial intention was to enjoy a period of well-deserved rest following the test, remain for a few more days, and process the experiences gained from his excursion to West Mountain.
However, no sooner had he settled in than a call from his mother came.
Upon learning his examination was finished, she persistently inquired why he hadn’t returned home, voicing concern that something might have occurred.
Fang Cheng casually fabricated a reason, suggesting he was planning to stay overnight at a friend’s place.
His mother, however, remained unconvinced, adamantly stating that she had already purchased provisions and prepared a lavish spread of food and drinks to celebrate his successful completion of the exam.
On the other end of the call, his grandfather and uncle crowded in, peppering him with questions and urging his swift return.
Overwhelmed by the elders’ persistent demands, Fang Cheng found himself unable to refuse and dutifully headed back to Wanghu Town.
Nevertheless, having recently navigated a spatial rift and ventured into the monster-infested Otherworld, Fang Cheng maintained a degree of wariness within his heart.
To prevent any potential contamination from unknown viruses originating from other worlds from harming his beloved family, he made sure to take precautions. Before heading back home, he gathered his used training attire and promptly placed it into a fiery basin, ensuring it was completely incinerated. Following that, within the confines of the bathroom, he subjected himself to a rigorous cleansing with a high-concentration disinfectant, scrubbing every inch of his body for more than thirty minutes. In reality, with his current level of Inner Power Cultivation, activating his True Qi to its fullest would unleash a potent force. The "True Sun Fire" radiating from him possessed the capability to obliterate any known virus. However, when it came to the well-being of his family, he chose an abundance of caution; being overly meticulous could never lead to harm. After indulging in a tranquil day alongside his family in the serene locale of Wanghu Town, Fang Cheng found himself unable to suppress the deep-seated desire for greater Strength that burned within him. He fabricated a plausible excuse, informing his family that numerous pressing matters required his attention. Although he harbored no doubts about successfully navigating the rigorous examinations for the Special Search Team, there was still a crucial step before submitting his resignation. He needed to return to his company to finalize his outstanding responsibilities and ensure a seamless handover, thereby avoiding any unwarranted absences. His mother and grandfather, commending his responsible attitude and his considerate nature, readily granted him permission to leave. Upon his return to the apartment complex situated in Sea Sky Garden, Fang Cheng finally recommenced his rigorous training regimen, approaching it with the unwavering dedication of a devoted ascetic.